DTX are Manchester's sacrilicious streetwalkin' cheetah punk'n'roll pariahs Dog Toffee rebranded, refueled and in flat-out fighting form, if this record is evidence. These fuckers don't need no flakjackets as they power a holy rollin' 18 wheel sluiced n' juiced juggernaut straight into the whirlwind frenzy of hell's moshpit and for the jugular of a thousand fleabit toilet venue trenches. All guided along on greasy oilslick sleek and slamming rattlesnaking guitars that ignite and torch every road they roll along. A pure search and destroy squad...you can positively smell the petrol and burning tyres and scorched earth devastation left in their wake and of a voice that'd make James Hetfield reach for the vodka again outfront supported by some backing vocals that bring a real anthemic vibe to the party, whether it's Mick Jones in early Clash days, Maiden's 'The Trooper' or Turbonegro's 'I Got Erection', especially on the initial battering ram treatment of 'Lady Luck', 'NME Darlin' (a welcome riposte to said 'magazine' and it's championing of endless non-entities, as my chum Max said the Hello! for indie kids) and 'Like It' (which in a right world would have many a hoody wearing kid jumping to the rafters, as it stomps like a Sidewinder hitting, Social Distortion style, say on 'Cold Feelings'). These early tracks also betray a handy hold on a hook akin to early Wildhearts, tho not quite so chartfriendly, or the Supersuckers, but to these bleeding ears there's also some old-school grit and gravel in there that fell out of Circus of Power records. Later on the album's already dim-lit drug den alleyway atmosphere becomes slightly darker and hints at heavy resin nights. OK, I'm not talking quite Monster Magnet or Fu Manchu but there's a definite rockburn in someone's shirt that singes its stoner way into 'Hate and Fire' and 'Le Ossa Del Diavlo', before an adrenalinized jag of Jagermeister jacks em back up and out the box for the closing double-barreled blast in the belly of 'Boozehound' (that almost lurches into and spills the drink of Supersuckers 'Stoned If You Want It' but has a purepop verse melody line that'd see Eddie Spaghetti weep into his hat, then eat it with chilli sauce) and 'Mustang 68'. If these guys were Scandinavian, say from Malmo not Manchester, their fortunes would undoubtedly, no debating here, be far more favourable. As it is they join the numerous list of British Rock'n'Roll bands that fair better in Europe, America and Japan, whether it's The Jacobites, Divine Brown or fellow Manchester greased up go-go punks GoldBlade. And fucking good luck to 'em.
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-Stu Gibson